Usually Rachel goes to sleep with a rubber ducky in one arm and her stuffed yellow puppy (thanks again, Mom and Dad!) in the other.
Last night, our little girl didn't want any of that. She insisted on going to sleep with her yellow plastic car.
Oh, joy. I can't wait until she starts playing with trucks and G.I. Joes. It seems as if I will not get the princessy child I longed for.
In other news, she was playing with Drew's wedding ring last night at the dinner table when she dropped it on the floor. He moved to pick it up and she said, "I get it." So he unstrapped her from her booster seat, she bent down and slid it back on his ring finger. I really don't know what to say.
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